Life On Waste Land
Written By
Poet and Photographer J H Martin @ A Coat for a Monkey
ABANDONED MANOR
One day
The estates and the manors
Will be stripped of their glory
Their great gates will open
For no one
But the last of the birds
No rumbling of cars
No droning of planes
And no wailing of sirens
Will be heard there
No mist will tumble
From the boughs
And no dew will ramble
Across the barren land
Only a deluge
Of your misspent fortune
Will rage and pour
Across the forsaken forest floor
Tell me – man
What will you do
With all of your money
And all of your titles
When the last of the trees has fallen?
Text © J H Martin
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